He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"Jarvis, cut the data link!"

Tony reacted extremely quickly, slamming his right hand onto the button on the side of his armor.

late.

The black symbol exploded from the core surface, transforming into countless fine, spiderweb-like dark lines.

Following the data probes along the steel skeleton, along the fiber optic cables of the bat computer, and into the gaps of every electronic device in the bat cave.

One by one, the ceiling lights went off.

The current in the light tube was reversed by the black lines, causing the filament to expand and twist.

Finally, it burst into flying fragments amidst a piercing explosion.

"The equation is spreading autonomously; it's using the data link I just opened as a springboard!"

Steel Bone knelt on the ground, the blue light in its mechanical eyes flashing wildly.

At the same time, everyone heard a sound.

"Kneel down."

"give up."

"Obedience is the only way."

"Resistance is pointless."

Pietro was the first to run into trouble.

His body was already in a state of high-frequency vibration, and the fluctuations of the equation drilled into his nerves along the arc of the speed force.

His legs buckled, his knees slammed into the ground, and his eyes glazed over.

"Pietro!"

Wanda, who hadn't made a move yet, screamed, raised her staff, and red energy condensed at her fingertips.

But the next second, that desperate whisper also entered her mind.

The staff slipped from his hand and bounced twice on the ground.

Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, gritting his teeth as he tried to swing it, but his arm felt like it was made of lead.

He heard Odin's voice.

You don't deserve it.

"You've never been good enough."

"Put down the hammer and kneel down."

"It's fake," Thor growled, veins bulging on his forehead. "My father wouldn't..."

Loki's situation is slightly better.

The remaining Grimd essence within his body repelled the frequency of the equation, giving him a brief respite.

He reached out and grabbed Thor's shoulder, and a barrier of green magic formed.

Click!

However, the surface of the barrier was quickly eroded by the black lines, creating cracks.

"This thing is far too powerful," Loki said, his voice tightening. "It's not attacking the mind; it's rewriting the very foundation of cognition!"

Big Badah reacted the most violently; her whole body was trembling.

Something that Apokolips has been instilling into her bones since the day she was born...

Obey, submit, and surrender to Darkseid.

The anti-life equation unearthed all these memories, magnified them ten thousand times, and stuffed them back in.

Big Bada's eyes began to turn red.

"No!" Diana lunged forward, pressing her hands against Big Bada's shoulders.

But Diana herself became sluggish, and the whispers were eroding her will.

Clark stood outside the energy shield; he wasn't hearing Darkseid's commands.

He heard his father's voice before Krypton exploded.

You can't save anyone.

"You can't protect anything."

"Even your planet couldn't be saved."

Superman clenched his fists, a red light flickering deep in his eye sockets, as the Equation rewrote his visual circuitry.

"Sir," Jarvis's voice came through intermittently, "the system has been hacked... the master controller is..."

Then Jarvis fell silent.

Tony felt the touch of the equation.

It did not attack him with despair.

It uses the truth.

"How many people have the weapons you created killed?"

"You think you can wash away your blood debts by transforming into a knight?"

"What's the difference between you and Obadiah?"

Tony's right hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

The red light of the Yamadam Spirit Stone flickered, like a heart about to go out.

"Stark!"

Bruce's voice came from not far away.

Bruce Wayne stood at the center of the chaos, his body also bearing the impact of the equation.

What did he hear?

He heard gunshots.

He heard the sound of pearls falling to the ground.

He heard the sound of his parents falling, once, twice, three times, on an endless loop.

But Bruce did not fall.

He was so familiar with it that he had become numb to it.

Every night, every nightmare, every time I wake up in a fright from the sweat-soaked sheets.

That alley, those two gunshots, that string of pearls.

The Anti-Life Equation attempted to crush him with his deepest wounds, unaware that the scar had long since grown into his bones, becoming the reason he stood.

Bruce reached for his belt and his fingers touched a round object.

The surface is smooth, with a slightly raised button in the middle.

That was something I got from a regular gashapon machine twenty minutes ago.

The red button that says "Do Not Press".

Bruce stared at it, his mind racing back to what Leon had said.

"Randomly play a background music that will make both sides feel awkward."

Bruce never believed in luck.

But at this moment, he chooses to believe in absurdity.

"Everyone, cover your ears."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present who still retained a shred of consciousness heard it.

Then, Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight of Gotham.

The most serious-looking man on the planet slammed the red button down hard.

Nothing happened the instant the button was pressed.

Everyone looked at Bruce, their eyes filled with confusion.

The black lines of the equation continued to spread, Pietro's knees finally hit the ground, and the red light in Clark's eyes intensified.

Bruce's heart sank.

then……

Good luck to you! May good luck bring you joy and love!

Every speaker in the Batcave, every surviving electronic device, and even the communication module inside the steel-framed chest all burst forth with this song at the same time.

The stalactites throughout the entire bat cave were resonating.

The ground is shaking.

The air was trembling.

"Good luck is coming, good luck is coming to us, may good fortune bring prosperity and success to all corners of the world..."

A loud and clear Chinese female voice, filled with irresistible enthusiasm and joy.

Like a shovel, it brutally shoveled into the intricately woven web of despair of the anti-life equation.

The effect is immediate.

The whispers of "obedience" and "give up" in Pietro's mind were forcibly cut off by the rhythm of square dancing.

He looked up in confusion, his expression somewhere between "Who am I?" and "Where am I?"

Wanda picked up the staff, and the red energy rekindled at her fingertips, but her expression was very strange.

It was like being woken up from a nightmare by an alarm clock, a twisted mix of anger and relief.

Clark's case is the most obvious.

The red light in his eyes flickered, flashing in sync with the beat of the background music.

The equation attempts to continue writing the despair command, but each command is shattered into pieces by the high-frequency melody of "Good Luck".

"What the hell is this thing?!"